Soft, twinkling lights, snappy dance numbers, beautiful girls, and suppers of eastern delicacies called things like Chop Suey– What a night you could have in that enchanting Chinatown!  The possibilities as endless as the stars in the heavens! By the thirties, San Franciscan xenophobia had ebbed to a level where

So here’s something.  Last weekend I was in New York City which is the best, and I had to take the ol’ bus back to Boston which is the worst.  I was excited though because I was looking forward to 4 hours of uninterrupted WiFi time aboard the Megabus.  I

We’ve mentioned a lot of ways you can get FREE museum admission on this site, but that’s because a) learning is great and b) unlike your favorite falafel place, they’re always changing what they have to offer. (It’s OK about the falafel though, don’t go changin’!) So if you’ve taken

I know that part of my job here is to make fun of everything and crack lewd jokes, but at times, though rarely, I find myself at a loss for things to hate.  Either that, or I’m late for like 3 deadlines and don’t have time to make you fools

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

This past weekend my lady and I went to a wedding up in the Mendocino hills.  The wedding was just as lovely as the surrounding scenery and the best part was that it was as far from a traditional ceremony as you could imagine.  The wedding started with all the attendees standing

Tonight the legendary City Lights bookstore on Columbus will be hosting a reading from Stoners and Self-Appointed Saints, and Fever Chart – the latter of which was published by McSweeney’s – that impossibly twee publisher/website/lit rag founded by love-him-or-hate-him memoirist/novelist/newspaper man Dave Eggers. To go along with the readings, their

Last time I wrote about Death by Audio, there was a giant maze taking over the entire space. Tomorrow night, they’re letting you cover 15 naked women in chicken feathers while two dudes play 17 drums in a performance described as “post-feminist avant garde historical reenactment meets squirrel-infused eletro-noise tribe.”